Sometimes, optimism is so difficult to maintain, yet I keep trying, though, in the belief that everything will get better.
I wrote the poem below for a friend on a challenging “one of those days” a few years ago. A cousin’s husband found it humorous as he worked for a water treatment plant.
Enjoy! At some point in our lives, we all have some tough times, if not, you’re one of the “rare” ones out there.
“Sometimes I feel like the ‘Tidy Bowl’ man,
Drifting on blue water in the tank of a can,
Swirling along the parameters of the bowl
Destined to be sucked into the whirlpool’s hole
Dealing with more ‘crap’ of the world than a body can stand.”
From a menu in San Francisco in the 40’s from my Aunt Muriel.
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